My character:

Name: Daya (means bird) Nbdele
Nickname: Treasure
Age: 22
Appearance: Golden hair and golden eyes. Tanned skin from spending time outside, average height, slim.
Father: Captain Franck
Mother: Muzwudzani Nbdele
Ship: Zephyra
Personality: Likes gold, gems, jewelery, silks, nice clothing... treasure in general. Tends not to care much about people, apart from her sister, who she'll do anything for.
Abilities: Not much of a swordswoman, but she can fire a pistol and she's also very good at remaining undetected. She can move as silently as she needs to, and is an amazing actress.
Bio: She was born in Zimbabwe and lived the first two years of her life there, but then her father, sailing nearby, saw her and decided to take her with him. She grew up living with him, learning how to be a pirate.

Your turn ;)

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Name: Marilyn Hutch
Nickname: Tiger (cause she prowls and hunts like one XD dont mess with her)
Age: 20
Appearance: tall, slim, black prowling eyes with short dark brown hair which she usually hides under her hat.
Father: Captain Franck
Mother: Helen Hutch
Ship: Zephyra
Personality: keeps herself to herself, only lets certain people in her heart but not as picky as her sister, loves fighting and looking out onto the sea, would do anything for her sister. Dont mention her mother or you're on the bad side automatically, she'll kill without reason if someone pisses her off, huntress.
Ability: excellent close combat fighter, very agile and great with a sword. Good with pistol but prefers close combat or sword fighting.
Bio: Spend the first 6 years of her life on her mother's ship, Helenax, then her mother got killed and she got captured by Captain Franck, it took two years before she realised Daya was her sister and Franck her father. She hates her father but loves her sister and misses her mother muchly.

there... hehe XD

Tiger prowled the decks of the ship, the sun was only just rising that's how early she left her cabin. She yawned and stretched out adjusting her rough and worn pirate hat. She sat on a beer barrel and shined her sword after she'd sharpened it. "i'm sick and tired off hearing all about my life..." she sung along with her MP4 which was blasting backstabber from Kesha.
You see this wasn't any old pirate ship, it was a modern one still following old pirate rules. TV's existed but were barely used as a good ol' deck fight was much more entertaining. Tonight she was set to fight Hand the best swordman on the ship, he was a handsome bloke too but nothing for Tiger, she didnt do boys or girl's for the matter.
She stood up and climbed up the watch post thing, (how dju call that? XD), she loved watching the sun rise from up there with some music, her mom used to do this all the time with her 16years ago. A tear rolled down her cheek innocently, but she brushed it away quickly.

Daya sat in her cabin doing her daily polishing of her jewelery. She could get one of the other crew members to do this, of course, but she preferred not to have other people touching her things. That was one of her rules: Trust no-one. She broke this rule for her sister, of course, but Tiger was the only exception.
Daya liked things better than people in general. People stabbed others in the back, hid their true intentions and were far too unpredictable. But jewels weren't like that. They never lied to Daya, they were pure and honest, and beautiful. And she loved them for it.
Placing the last emerald ring into the box, she locked all three locks and hung two of the keys around her neck, while she put the third into her pocket to give to Tiger later. It was safer not to have all three keys on her, so she gave one to her sister, usually. She was taking no chances with her gems.
Stepping out of the cabin, she ran into Hand, the handsome new recruit and the best swordsman. He was wearing a white shirt, open to reveal his tanned and muscled chest, and plain black trousers and boots. He had a sword strapped to his hip. Seeing Daya, he raised his hand to his head in the traditional salute. "Captain," he said respectfully.
"Good luck for tonight, Hand," said Daya. "You'll need it." And she went off to join her sister at the main mast.

Tiger looked up as her sister joined her, she nodded politely and smiled. Turning the volume down and placing her sword aside she shuffled to the side so Daya could sit down.
"You enlisted for anyone toni'?" she asked looking out to the open sea, today the sea had chosen to be calm. It looked like a clear blue bedspread spread over a huge area of land ready to hug any passing ships. Unfortunately these calm days often meant no fighting, no enemy ship and basically nothing to do. Tiget hated those days, it made them think of her mom which saddened her. She flicked her fringe to the side in her normal manner, it was a habit something she did when she was thinking a little too hard. It also meant she was once more counting the days till they may reach land and she could fight once more, every hour every day.. she smiled to herself

"Nope," said Daya delicately. "I'm not good enough with a sword. Besides, someone's got to make sure things don't get too out of hand... looks like Hand's been training all day," she added with a small smile.

"Really?" Tiger was surprised, she was gonna be beaten tonight she knew it, Hand was the best swordsman on ship. "Does he really think he needs to? am i that challenging? he cant be serious!" she laughed it off and stood up shaking herself like a tiger another habit... the weird one.

"You're pretty fierce with a blade, Tiger," said Daya teasingly. "And he knows that even though you're a woman, it's gonna make zero difference if he goes shirtless." She grinned, and climbed up onto the railing, swinging her boots over on the other side.

Tiger smiled at Daya's comment, "Thanks" she slid down the side rope she'd attached to the mast earlier in the week and landed with a soft thud on top deck.

"No problem," said Daya. "Oh - here." She handed Tiger the third key to her jewelery box. "I finished polishing."

Tiger took the key and slid it onto her necklace, the very same necklace her mother had worn when she died.
"Goodgood. I'm up for some food, you coming? Cook should be up by now."

"I'm definitely in," said Daya. "I'm starving..."
She swung her feet around and landed back on the deck of the ship. She looped her arm around Tiger's.